Phone Call, Sunday afternoon
Spingtime, this flower's lost it's bloom
I was
These dark and cloudy ideas are grounding my head down
It's the season for reasons to justify treason
You're leaving and
I caught you
But you wanted the stars
Did I not shine?
I
Where does your misfortune grow?
From a humble house, with a
She lives her life in vanity
Dying for things she thinks
Bags packed and a tank of gas
Don't know where we're
I was born to walk on water
I came to be
Broke and broken child
Veiled to the eyes of humanity
She is
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